Bagan, Myanmar. Monsoon season left my dream unfinished in this beautiful and mysterious place. An early call on a wet October morning in 2006, canceled my hot air balloon flight, which I imagine would have been like this picture. But the weather could not stop me from exploring or dampen my spirits. I climbed barefoot up the wet stone temples, floated silently down the Irrawaddy River, and marveled at the thousands of new and exotic plants and animals. I don’t know if I will ever get to go back, but it will always hold my imagination.